OCCULT

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OCCULT 

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We have a name

But we are not our names

We were born into an ever changing form

We are not our form

We were raised and schooled in a society and culture

That might be quite different from other societies and cultures

So we are not that either, really

Because if we had a different name, a different form

A different society

We would still be ourselves

And that is a mystery

Sitting on the throne of ego

Our tails dipped in the Collective Unconscious

We rely on being This and not That

As an identity

But behind this all encompassing show

The drama, the cast of billions

We remain a mystery to ourselves

All the philosophers and texts in the history of the world

Have not solved the mystery of you and me.

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